Is there a Santa Claus?" she asked,
"Come, daddy, tell me true;
I heard today the good old saint
Is really, truly, you;
That no one down our chimney comes
To little girls and boys,
That you and mama really buy
My dollies and my toys."
I held her on my knee and gazed
Into her searching eyes; Somehow,
I've felt this time would come,
This question would arise;
And yet, I pondered to myself,
What shall I say or do,
And then I answered: "Yes, there is
A Santa Claus for you.
"He comes to you on Christmas Eve,
But let me tell you this:
He's with you when you hug your dad,
And when his cheek you kiss;
He's with you when you say your prayers
To God, who reigns above;
Sometimes he has another name,
We grown-ups call him Love.
"You keep your faith in Santa Claus
When others bid you doubt,
You still retain your faith in him,
Let not belief die out;
And, what you heard today is wrong "
I felt the tear drops start
"Yes, yes, there is a Santa Claus,
He lives in daddy's heart."
